My spirits were slightly improved. Read before breakfast, and afterwards went to the
Office. Received a Note from Abby1
with a beautiful present of an Emerald for a breast pin, and a hint that I was expected.
I did very little accordingly and rode out of town at one o’clock. My day passed in
uncommon happiness. Such feelings as mine diminish on paper. I could never express
them as they ought to be. Affection is the feeling of a man’s breast which he cannot
easily show. In words it sounds puerile, in deeds, it is but seldom in life that it
can be exhibited. But such days as this are worth ages of dull life and the only difficulty
with them is, they make me relish dull life the less.